บท 113: One hundred thirteen This is a good thing, huh!_1

Tian Laosì might have been short on money, but he still had ten or twenty yuan to his name.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to lend Ji Pianran forty yuan in the first place.

He quickly pushed Chenzi's hand away.

"Chenzi, really, there's no need. To tell you the truth, I've never been good with words. Folks in the village all think I'm a bit slow and easy to bully, and sometimes, I'm aware of it."

"But I don't hold it against them, I just focus on farming my crops honestly. I don't really have friends, you're the first one I've wanted to make. So, don't stand on ceremony with me."

Tian Laosì was a reserved, introverted man, and sometimes a bit slow-witted.

But he was genuinely a good person.

He had come to regard Chenzi as a real friend during their time together and admired him.

Chenzi was able to make money, talk well, and had many friends.

Unlike himself, who was nothing in comparison.

He hoped Chenzi would consider him a friend, too.